Narrative

              There I was, my 13^th birthday and everyone was bored. I had no idea what to do with my friends who came to my party.  We had been watching TV for the past hour and it was starting to become a bore. It was 9 o’clock in the evening and we were not ready to go to bed. The sad part was we didn’t know what to do. We all lived in a small dusty town on the Navajo reservation. Trust me there was not a whole lot to do here; kids had to entertain themselves. Everything that we wanted to do was 40 miles out of the way and there was no way mom was going to take us anywhere at nine in the evening.

            My friends and I had a long day at the mall and the movies, all we wanted to do was have fun for the rest of the night. I suggested going outside to maybe talk and hang out instead of being stuck inside. Just as we started to walk towards the door I whispered to my friends about the two-way aka a walkie-talkie. As thirteen year olds, we were forbidden to have them because of the dangers that it could bring. Obviously we did not care. We grabbed the device and headed outside. We turned it on and right away we could hear people from all over Shiprock were talking. Soon, we found one person to talk to. He hadn’t said anything to alarm us but as soon as I started to feel the coast was clear, he started asking me where I was. I didn’t say where I was exactly. I told him I was near City Market, the town’s only grocery store. He then said he was around that area. We freaked out. I turned off the two-way. We sat there for a little bit, terrified. About twenty minutes had passed and we are still outside talking and having a fun time. That is when we notice a dark figure entering into our yard. I panicked, I told everyone to get inside my moms truck but my stubborn younger brother, Xavier, stayed outside. The man approached my brother and they shook hands. They started talking but as I was starting to think he was about to leave, he came to my moms white jeep. He knocked on the driver’s side window. I looked at my brother and he shrugged. I then knew that Xavier did not know who this man was. Frightened, I opened the window slightly.

            “Can you open the door?” He said a little bit annoyed.

            “Why?” I asked cautiously. I remember the anger in his eyes as he glared at me with hatred. I had no idea who this person was, where he came from, and what his intentions were.

            “Are you guys from around here?” He asked.

            “No. We are from Arizona.” I lied. “This is my grandma’s house.” I continued to tell him.

            In a sudden outburst he exploded with anger, “ We don’t fucking like outsiders… You should get the fuck out of here outsider.” I looked around at my friends who trembled with fear. They had tears running down their cheeks. This was a mistake.

            I screamed,” We are only 13 year old girls. You should not be cussing at us!”

            “ I CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT!” He yelled. I cried for my brother to go get my grandma,

“Please let me go inside.” I pleaded the man. I couldn’t handle it no more so I screamed to Xavier to get grandma another time.

            “You can yell all you want but no one is going to help.” He replied sternly.

            I opened the jeep door and then as if I were his own private punching bag I felt the full force of a man’s strength hit upon my face four times. The pain quickly maximized but to save myself I had to push him away and I did with extreme force and I ran towards the door of trailer to save my life. Not everyone was safe though; he stared chasing my friends around the back of the house. I was mortified. I ran to the back of the house and let my friends in. I locked the door. A few seconds later, he was there trying to get in. He yelled. Then it was quiet.

            We saw him running away. By that time my grandma was finally awake. I told her what had happened. I cried for her to call the cops. She didn’t. She called my mom instead and she came home from a party, angry. I had ruined her whole night she told me. When my friends and I had gone to my room. We were so scared that we stayed up all night, waiting. I waited to see if he would ever come back.

            That was the worst part knowing that there is a man out there who would do that. The best part is he never returned. That was a sigh of relief.